Post-surgery

[unixronin]

Know what I hate more than going down relatively narrow and steep stairs on crutches?  Going down relatively narrow and steep stairs on crutches in the dark because there's a three-year-old asleep in the middle of the landing.

So, yeah, I was into surgery around 1800-1830E, and conscious again sometime around 2000-2030E.  I don't know how it went, really, except that my leg under the dressing appears to be painted pale blue and my knee hurts a lot.  I'm downstairs because between the knee pain, an infuriating endless-loop earworm, and the annoying little neurotic yappy dog next door that WILL NOT SHUT THE FUCK UP, I can't sleep.

The good news:  the post-op pain isn't really any worse than a typical Bad Knee Pain Day.

The bad news:  the post-op pain isn't really any worse than a typical Bad Knee Pain Day.  Or to put that another way, a typical Bad Knee Pain Day is as bad as immediate-post-op pain.

I just took two more Vicodin, and I'm sitting here listening to Julia Ecklar on headphones rehydrating with a can of Hansens mandarin lime soda because we're out of milk.  I also just slightly loosened the very top of the dressing (the outer wrap is one of those handy velcro-tipped Ace bandages) in the hope it'll alleviate where my thigh is hurting just above the knee.  I have a Sqush foot massager pillow on top of an upside-down wastebasket under my desk as an improvised ottoman to elevate my foot a little, but it's not very stable and not really working very well.  Getting my foot up on the desk would probably work better, but I don't think I can right now.

Comments

[jmkelly.livejournal.com]

Maybe I shouldn't tell you this -- don't take it as a suggestion, just an amusing anecdote: a guy once told me about making projectiles for an air rifle -- I forget whether it was a paintball gun or a BB gun -- out of ice, to use on the annoying dog next door. When the dog barked, he caused it to yelp; the evidence melted away.

Earplugs or noise-cancelling headphones might be a better strategy, though.

[cymrullewes.livejournal.com]

Cocoa and Snowy, the yappy dogs right next door, are inside dogs. So while the suggestion would work if we lived elsewhere... it won't work now.

And if we lived elsewhere, I'm getting a big enough lot that it won't matter about the neighbours' yappy dogs. :-)